Michael nodded. "She's not just attacking you anymore, Isabella. She's coming for us both. And she's not stopping there. I've already had three business partners call me this morning, questioning their investments."
"She wants to isolate us," i said, my voice trembling. "She's trying to make us look guilty so no one will stand with us."
Michael clenched his jaw, his eyes blazing with determination. "Then we'll have to stand stronger. We've been preparing for this. Vanessa's playing her final hand, and it's time we countered."
Later that evening, we prepared for an annual charity gala—a high-profile event we couldn't afford to miss . The tension between us was palpable as we dressed in silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I chose a simple yet elegant black gown, my hair swept up to reveal my graceful neck. Michael, in a tailored suit, exuded confidence, but his clenched fists betrayed his inner turmoil.
